Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.